My dad was a debt collector. He didn't collect money, he collected lives.
When I was eighteen, he handed me a ledger, then disappeared. The whole city said he was a coward, a deadbeat, a useless man who had taken the money and abandoned his wife and child. I didn't believe it.
Only later did I learn that some people in this world can hear the last breath the dead leave behind. My dad could. My grandpa could. And so can I. The Zhao family owes a debt? They'll kneel before me and pay it back. The Qian family owes a debt? I'll collect with my fists. And those hiding in the shadows, the ones who drove my dad to his end...
Don't rush. I'll turn the ledger's pages one at a time, and find them one by one.
